On A Sunday (12" Version)

作词:N. Heyward

作曲:N. Heyward

所属专辑:Favourite Songs The Best Of

歌词

歌曲名 On A Sunday

歌手名 Nick Heyward

作词:Nick Heyward

作曲:Nick Heyward

I said that everything was my way

But could have been her way

She left me round about spring last may

And had it all her way

Someday today I'll forget about us

Travel in the rain on a hesitant day

Gathering sticks on Sunday

Makes my everything in between

Gathering sticks on Sunday

Makes me forget all I've been

I know it sounds funny but I just got in the way

Lost in his own day

Never love past honor just speak today

And had it my own way

Lost in a day on a Grey Sunday

Travel in the rain on a hesitant day

Gathering sticks on Sunday

Makes my everything in between

Gathering sticks on Sunday

Makes me forget all I've been

But everybody knows I'm someone

Gathering all his sticks in dreams

The sevenoakes of vanity

But you suffer for your jealousies

On a Sunday

We spoke out late about years of pride

The showing of both sides

Never mind this boy he's lost inside

The trouble he can't hide

Never mind this travel in the rain

On a hesitant day on a gray Sunday

Gathering sticks on Sunday

Makes my everything in between

But everybody knows I'm someone

Gathering all his sticks in dreams

Gathering sticks on Sunday

Makes me forget all I've been

But everybody knows I'm someone

Gathering all his sticks in dreams

Suffer for your jealousies

On a Sunday

Gathering sticks on Sunday

Makes my everything in between

But everybody knows I'm someone

Gathering all his sticks in dreams

On a Sunday

On a Sunday

You suffer forty feet up

Your jealousy all the work

You think of him as a fool

Because he gave you his all

No mate or buddy of mine

Is going to live to sublime

Deeper season than reason

Letting go all the time

A coward clown and a dreamer

I find it hard to believe her

It seems that all I can do

Is tell this boy he's a fool

Making all of it up

Sending all of it up

Seems that all I can do

Is say I leaving you someday

On a Sunday

On a Sunday

I find it hard to believe her

It seems that all I can do

Is tell this boy he's a fool

Making all of it up

Sending all of it up

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